’ We fell silent for a minute, watching the rain together. The past few weeks had been a little crazy for both of us. Who was I kidding? It had been...crazy for months now. Starting with family birthdays in August and September, work obligations from October all the way up to the New Year, and for the past several weeks, we’d been dealing with extra workload at both our jobs. Today was the first day in almost a month that we both had off from work. I’d planned and packed a picnic lunch for us.. As I was moving my fingers deeper into her, I felt a hand on my thigh and then, with some difficulty, it lowered my zipper. The hand reached into my fly and found my cock, which couldn't have been difficult because it was as stiff as a railroad spike. I felt pressure on the head as a finger gently rubbed it. I looked straight ahead at the stage as a hand gently moved up and down my very erect cock. And, distracted as I was, I moved my fingers deep and deeper into my wife's now very wet pussy.. The Rock Mote had not appeared to interrupt them and she had drifted off. She looked around, casting her senses out like the Mote had taught her. The pool was deserted, even the usual animal life that she would normally find nearby were absent. That was suspicious! It had just made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up when suddenly she felt something that made her glance at the pool just in time to see a shape come splashing up out of the water, flying ten feet into the air before seeming. Sandra spanked Lisa’s bottom for some fifteen minutes before picking up the hairbrush which she used to splatter spanks across Lisa’s already stinging bottom. Lisa kicked and bucked and squirmed as the spanks rained down on her. However even through the pain she adored the feeling of submission as she lay across her Mum’s lap accepting spank after spank. Being spanked at her age and in front of her sister added humiliation to the punishment she craved knowing that her bottom will sting all day.